Unstable Grounds

Unstable Grounds

A Poem by herohappenings


Why does he dissolve his dreams

in the mistakes of the his past?

 A shroud of disillusionment,

A fog of thick sorry memories…

Almost in comatose

he wanders through

 the swampy marshland 

hoping to God he doesn’t

stumble into quicksand.

 

 I don’t know how his

dreams keep breathing

while he march on through

his own toxic mangroves.

The landscapes oozes with his 

glowing chemical nightmares.

And I am haunted still

by the leftover thoughts

of mad scientist.


© 2013 herohappenings



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herohappenings
Poetry intrigues me. I write as a method or assessing the world as it forms around me. I've never published or displayed my words but I'm still interested in what others have to say. Please, let me know what you think. I'd love to know.

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TLK
There is a central figure here who is wreathed in the shroud / fog to the point where I, as a reader, can't see him.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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herohappenings

4 Years Ago

Hi, thanks for your review. :) That's kind of the point, it is hard to see this person because he is.. read more

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